Hadn't met that trope before. But yeah, pretty much. I mean, I'm obviously old, and female, and very short, and I limp. But an observant person would notice that I'm also still quite heavyset and muscly, and that my walking stick is a nice solid balanced blackthorn stick. So when the young fool came running up loudly behind me in an Adelaide laneway where there was no reason to run, and grabbed the strap of my shoulder bag, I stopped, braced myself on both feet and my stick, held onto the bag and let gravity take its course. Which it did. Had it been just for myself I might have left him, but I called the police because next time he might have picked on a genuinely fragile and helpless old person. People who prey on the defenceless annoy me.